Oochie Wally (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Beefin' with me, sh*t, you better beef with other n*ggas
I got shooters that got shooters and they be shootin' n*ggas
I can look at your swag and tell that you losin' n*gga
I can front your work, depend on what you movin' n*gga
And baby, it ain’t just me, I got a group of n*ggas
You can get the f*ck out, if you ain’t tryna do my n*ggas
30 popper turnin' real n*ggas, hallelujah, n*gga
Got my gun, try to rob me, I love shootin' n*ggas
Grab the popcorn ‘cause it can be a movie n*gga
Don’t make me pull up, hop out with that Uzi n*gga
Real gangsta rapper, I’m not like these fool n*ggas
Voices in my head like, "Fredo, you the truth n*gga!"
Up in my own lane, don’t compare me to fool n*ggas
Loyalty over everything, trying to get my crew with ya
Doing hits by myself, no tellin', who snitchin'?
Rap don’t work then someone’s jewels missin'
That don’t work then, back to the kitchen
Got a thousand hoes but I’m tryna get more b*tches
Got a lot of money but I’m tryna get more richer
Caper Boy with me and we tryna catch you slippin'
n*ggas say they with it but they is not with it
n*ggas say they winnin' but they is not winnin'
These n*ggas see-through just like new linen
These n*ggas haters, pockets full of big Benjies
See these n*ggas faces when I pull up with new Benzes
Can't wait to see these n*ggas faces when I pull up in new Benty
Street n*gga, I am not a rapper
Coolin' in the trap, workout the wrapper
Sneak dissin', I’ma have to clap it
b*tch suck me without me askin'
Pimp strong, L-O-L but I ain’t laughin' (Hahaha)
45 on me, nah, I ain’t lackin'
See me in the streets it can get tragic
Young trap king, five bricks in the mattress
Young Hefner, five b*tches in the mansion
Might f*ck ‘em, suck ‘em up ‘cause a n*gga nasty
[Outro]
Haha, squad squad
You already know, man
It's your boy Fredo, man, you know
Squad sh*t, man, Double S-R, man
You already know, man
Walking Legend the album on the way
Squad, 300